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Trevadron
Trevadron (Oaker)
| Name | Trevadron |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Watcher and wanderer |
| Age | middle aged |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | The West |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | Battered and weather beaten cloth and leather of woodland hue adorn the form of an equally beaten and scarred man. His awkward posturing in a crowded inn makes it apparent that this man is more used to the solitude of the outdoors. Grey, over interested eyes used to a constant vigil watch mostly from beneath the hood of a sun bleached cloak. Though on occasion his head of long dark hair is exposed, tied in the fashion of a man well used to the practicality needed in the wilds.
Every aspect of this man seems broken and fatigued, longing for respite. A sword, kept well enough for use hangs in a dark tan sheath at his waist accompanied by a keen hunting knife. At this traveling man's back hangs an aged bow and a well made quiver. The pride of his possessions though, lies upon his chest, a clasp upon his cloak made of a gleaming silver, bearing a likeness to the mariner's star.
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Background
"When the grey lake-water rushes
Past the dripping beech-bushes,
And the bodeful autumn wind
In the fir-tree weeps and hushes, --
When the air is sharply damp
Round the solitary camp,
And the deer-bush in the thicket
Glimmers like a dew-lit lamp, --
When the birches twinkle yellow,
And the fern bunches mellow,
And the owl across the twilight
Trumpets to his downy fellow,
None knows a noble treads
In unkempt cloak and beaten threads
Through the shadow of low oak's gaze
While innocents sleep in warm feather beds."
| Friends | Very few are known as his trusted friends. |
|---|---|
| Relatives | ''Thirianeth Umberth Faroth'' |
| Rivals/Enemies | The shadow, fiends of the darker places and trespassers of fairer lands. |
| Loves | A homely fire, chance meets with welcomed kin, the stars and the hour. |
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| Hates | Undue rest, ill advice, the busy streets of ignorant folk. |
| Motivation | The halting and the pursuit of trespassers in Arnor, a homely fire by the end of a grim task. |
| Quotes | "Glory always shines through in one way or another." |
Trevadron's Adventures
| Trevadron's Verse | 11 years 11 months ago |
| Two and Three. | 13 years 4 months ago |
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